07/06/2026
How Geomancy Found Me: The Quiet Beginning
Geomancy didn’t arrive in my life with fanfare or ceremony. It came the way the Earth speaks, quietly at first, then all at once. In the mid-1980s, I was already working with the Viking Runes, learning how Spirit speaks through symbols. I didn’t yet understand that another language was waiting beneath them, one that belonged to the Earth herself.
Around 1986–87, the feeling began. A knowing. A gentle tug in the chest. A whisper that said, “Look deeper.” By 1988, guided only by intuition, I embroidered what I thought was “just a precious cloth” for my Viking Runes, to use as in Odin’s Magical Oracle. It was for a bit of fun and a deeper way to appreciate the Runes and language of the Gods and my Soul.
Maroon velvet. Start with a circle. Then lines to divide the quadrants. The lines looked perfect. I didn’t fully understand. I hadn’t heard of Medicine Wheels; I wasn’t following a pattern. I was following a pull.
I wanted to stitch a map of the Southern Hemisphere, a wheel aligned to this land, this sky, this soil. A way for me to “see” for the south what I was reading about from the Northern Hemisphere. The Earth showed me its own way of speaking. I still hadn’t heard of Medicine Wheels.
The crystals began to “talk.” One by one, they revealed their names, their purpose, their voice. I wasn’t assigning meanings; I was listening. The stones became my family. Planetary, elemental, personal and casting them onto the wheel became a conversation.
I didn’t invent this system. It evolved with me. It arrived the way truth often does, through quiet observation, trust, and the willingness to follow something you don’t yet understand.
More than 36 years later, I still use the same stones and the same cloth. They’ve grown with me. They’ve taught me. And they continue to remind me that the Earth is always speaking… we simply have to remember how to listen.